I feel the need to read the great poets.
They must have written something I can’t see for myself.
The common man is not that common
He is unknown
There is a stranger inside of me
who tells me to go places I have not gone
After the work day
I go to the library
pulling books off the shelves
for a line
to get through the next week
The best poets are alone
They’ve been hurt
and they aren’t afraid to feel
The sun sets on everything,
So it helps to love the darkness